A sorrow deeper than tears looked from his eyes.
Athribis smiled.

"Thy mother!" he said.
The tone was a sufficient answer.

Timokles' eyes fell.
"Thou wilt never see her again," went on Athribis.

"Thy mother hateth thee! She is faithful to Egypt's gods, if thou art not! I came here only to be certain thou wert on the ship." "Camest thou from her to me on that errand ?" asked Timokles calmly.
Athribis laughed, and turned to go.
"Farewell, my Christian master! Farewell!" said the slave, mockingly.
There was an instant's silence.

The great lion sighed from his cage.
Then answered Timokles' low voice, "O Athribis, may my God become thine, also!" A laugh came, as the slave's reply.